Today marks the 2 year anniversary since I’ve lost my Baby J (Jules). I always get sad thinking about him and his story. He was sick when I got him and the best and only thing I did was love him. Prior to taking him in I made the decision to not be aggressive in treating his CRF. His heart murmur had always been slight and never a real issue. I took him in wanting to give him unconditional love until the end. Sadly, the end came only 6 months after I got him. When his health started to decline, I did consider treating him. However, when it came down to it, I knew that the stress of the treatment would cause him to stop eating which would then affect his liver. I knew that no matter what I did, his health would continue to decline whether it was his kidneys or his liver. Just a month before, I watched Smokey slowly decline with some sort of liver problem. While I went to visit him at the vet hospital I realized that his body was alive, however, his soul was already gone. I didn’t want to see that happen to Jules even though it was hard to watch him start to decline. But when he wouldn’t move and sat growling for a day, I decided that his time with me had come to an end. He died peacefully in my arms the next day. In the 6 months I had him he finally got to know unconditional love. That’s all I ever wanted for him. He was a special cat who was able to teach me and give me very fond memories. To this day he still has the best beg I’ve ever seen. I remember the first time he did it. He brought tears to my eyes even though I had no clue what he was doing at first. It made me so happy – it made me realize he was finally comfortable with me. Here’s to my Baby J – I miss you and I love you!
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